Angels in Flight part two
Dude. Dallas airport is as big as San Jose! It might as well be. A nap certainly made nicer folks out of the Dallasians than the SFOrrest of Angries. "Now where is... B38... just start walkin'" Following the signs, I was feeling hopeful. A couple city blocks later a stand of zippy little cart people clogged the hall. Chatting and laughing in another language one breaks off to say, "What's your gate?!" "Uh...B...thirtyyy...eight" "Get in!" He chirped cheerfully. His cart said, in big blue block letters, DISABLED ONLY. Right!?
Two miles later, gate Bravo-thirty-eight.